This dress? I’m sick of it (but thankfully I’m NOT sick of David Wraith!)

David Wraith and me in 2008

It was a loud print, slinky number I got from H&M a few years ago for $30.

Here I am, getting spanked by a big man, back in 2009?

Spanky spanky!

It got some holes in it that I couldn’t figure out how to repair, as the dress was such a wispy material. So one night, I decided it was time to retire it. I couldn’t donate it to Goodwill, so instead of tossing it in the trash (yawn!) I decided to enlist a straight man for some fun. I did the equivalent of waving a red flag at him:

I dare you!

Uh oh!

HELP!

Not really. I love it!

Don’t! Stop!

He shredded the dress to ribbons!

Peekaboo!

Night of the living SLUT ZOMBIE!!!

I eat dick, not brains!

After he was finished, he demanded I rip his wifebeater off, and when I wouldn’t do it, he tore it off himself, and it was like this: